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‘I want to fuck you. I want to bend you over the table and fuck you with a strap on so big that it makes Godzilla’s dick look small.’This was what I was thinking as I sat casually sipping my double shot vanilla cold brew and listening to my best friend Stacey’s mom drone on about inflation and how gluten is bad for everyone whether or not you have an intolerance. “You simply just shouldn’t put that poison inside of you, ever,” she concluded.I have no Ankara bayan escort idea why my pussy was suddenly pulsating. Maybe it was my hormones, or maybe I was just bored. It couldn’t possibly have anything to do with her. While she is a bit of a MILF, she is also the very definition of a basic bitch. A total target mom.I squeezed my legs together and nodded, pretending to listen. Occasionally I would say things Escort bayan Ankara like, “I know,” or, “Very true,” but I was desperately wanting to escape into the bathroom for a fast and furious girl fap.I was just glad Stacey had made some lame excuse and didn’t show up. The last thing I wanted was for her to maybe notice anything.My mind was far away from whatever topic she had gotten onto after she had given her Bayan escort Ankara lecture on the hidden dangers in all things bread-related and how you even had to check your pills for gluten.I had been coherent enough to vow on a stack of napkins that I would never again touch the stuff. (It was a lie though.)Now I was imagining her shopping for groceries in her cardigan. She had ventured into the produce section and had picked up a large girthy cucumber and after making sure it was one hundred percent organic, she placed it into her cart. That very thought caused small waves of pleasure trembles to begin. I wondered if she would ravage her cunt with it or just simply make some sort of gluten-free sandwich out of it. Either way was equally hot, somehow.

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Our marriage had been pretty good so far, but we always seemed to be tight on money. After almost two years we had most of what we wanted for the apartment, but still wanted other things. Like a newer car for her, and to move to a bigger place. One with a second bedroom, so we could finally start the family Kelly had been hinting at more and more the last few months.I had a swing shift and did not have to be at work until noon, so we made good use of the morning making love. And it felt amazing as she clawed my back as her orgasm overtook her moments before my own. I watched her stand up a bit later and did that thigh-together walk that most women do on their way to the bathroom after an enjoyable and messy round of sex. And I smiled as I thought about what I should do for the rest of the morning before I had to get ready for work.Kelly came back out and gave me a kiss and a smile, and said she would start on an early lunch as I took my own shower and got dressed. I had just got back into the bedroom when I heard the house phone ring. I picked it up, but before I could say anything I heard my wife’s voice say “Hello?”.Obviously, she picked it up at the same time, and I was about to hang up when I heard a man’s voice softly say, “Kelly, are we still on for this afternoon?”“Yes, you want me there at two, right?” She said it in almost a whisper, and I wondered what this was all about.“Yes, we already have the script waiting for you. This time it is going to be two scenes. The first is with you and Veronica in your bedroom, then a second with the three of us together.”“Oh my, that sounds like fun. OK, I’ll be there, once my husband leaves for work.”“What, you still have not told him what you are doing?”Kelly gave a soft giggle, and then a negative sound. “Oh no, Ankara escort I think he would blow a fuse if he knew I worked for After Hours Video! He thinks I am doing freelance work as a graphics artist.” I looked at the phone, stunned. As she was right, that is what she had told me she was doing, and it was what she was doing before we got married. After Hours Video! That was one of the many porn companies that worked in the area.What the hell! My wife had been lying to me, and was doing porn? Well, she certainly had the body and looks for it. And while most guys loved big knockers, I absolutely adored her little champagne glass titties. And her slim ass, resting under an even slimmer waist gave her a perfect figure in my book.They talked for a few more moments, and I carefully put the phone down after she hung up and quickly got dressed. I got into the kitchen as Kelly was filling a bowl of tomato soup, and put it next to a plate with grilled cheese sandwiches waiting for me on the table. I sat down and she got her own food and joined me, and I softly thanked her for making us both lunch.I asked her what she was doing with the rest of the day, and she sighed. “I got a project at two, so will be leaving shortly after you do.”“Anything I know?”“Oh, it’s that video company I have been working off and on for the last six months. They want me to do some work on it for them, it might be two or three days of work if I’m lucky.”I told her that was good, and she promised it would go into the savings for a bigger place. We talked a bit longer, then I kissed her softly and headed to work. But in reality, I went down to my car and then drove to a friend’s place.Before I left my car I called into work and took a sick day. Then I went and Ankara escort bayan asked my friend if I could borrow his car for the day. Thankfully Frank said that was fine, as it was a nice day and he was planning on taking his bike to work. He gave me the keys, and after looking up the address for After Hours Video I parked on the main street between there and our apartment.And less than an hour later Kelly passed me, sure enough driving west. I carefully followed her, losing her at a red light a few blocks away. But I did not need to worry, as five minutes later I pulled in front of what looked like a large warehouse, and her car was one of a dozen in the parking lot in front.I went inside, and there was a really hot gal with obviously overinflated boobs at the reception desk. She asked if she could help me, and I said I was Kelly’s husband. She smiled at me and winked, and said she had arrived a few minutes earlier.“We normally don’t allow visitors, and I think she’s in the back studio today. But if you want, you can head on back. But if the red light is on, just wait quietly outside. I bet she will be surprised to see you.”Oh, she had no idea!I went inside, and sure enough, the warehouse looked to be their production facility. Fake walls, furniture, and several different patterns on the floor so it could be changed to make countless different settings. And trusses filled with lights that were all turned off. It looked almost like something out of Hollywood, but some of the stuff was obviously sex furniture.I went to the back, and sure enough, there was a double door there, with a red light above it. The light was turned on, so I leaned against the wall to wait. I could hear voices inside and tried to make out what Escort Ankara they were saying.Finally, after about ten minutes, I heard from behind the door “No, Stacy! You know I have a boyfriend now!”“But Kim, it’s been so long, I really need you baby.” My wife did sound almost angry, and the other girl sounded almost whining. Then I heard the male voice from the phone again.“Veronica, that sounded good, but try it again, less whining and more seductive.”And fuck me if she did not do that, it was so soft and breathy I had to listen carefully. Then Kelly told her alright, but this would be the last time as she did not want to cheat on her boyfriend.And I listened as it became obvious that this Veronica girl was making love to my wife! I was very familiar with her moans by this time, and when she groaned how good her mouth felt on her pussy, I wondered what Veronica was thinking of it. And if she realized she was eating my cum out of my soon-to-be ex-wife’s snatch.After about twenty minutes and several calls from the guy to redo some things, Kelly went into an obvious to me fake orgasm. I had brought her to countless real ones in the past three years, so I knew exactly how she sounded when she was overcome in pleasure. And that was not it.They spent about ten minutes and I heard them all softly talking, then the guy told them to take their places again. “OK, this will take place right after. I am playing your boyfriend, and You are just getting out of bed while Stacy is laying on it when I come in. I smell the sex, and jump to the conclusion you both had been fucking, rather than just her doing you. And you are upset, and tell me that I can have sex with Stacy and that will make us even.”The girls both laughed, and soon they were at it again! The guy that she called “Mark” was grunting as well as the girl playing Stacy, and I heard my Kelly whimper that he looked good fucking her friend. “But I did not fuck her, Mark. She only ate me, so I know she needed it bad. Go ahead, fuck her Mark, fuck her hard! Then when you are done I need you to fuck me too!”

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I made dill pickles last summer.The weather fared well and the crop was strong.I used gran’s recipe, as I always do.”This will give Ankara bayan escort comfort Escort bayan Ankara through the Bayan escort Ankara sparse times.”She passed it down only to me.Full and firm, each makes me hunger as I bring it into bed.I paint my lips and breasts and belly with it’s body.The sharp brine makes my skin tingle.The scent rises with my heat.Wanton, wanting, I take it deep, consuming myself before I consume it.My garden’s ready. Soon I’ll plant again, so new lovers come to life.

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It happened over the long, hot fourth of July weekend of 2011. Mom and I had adjoining bedrooms with a shared bath. The door from it leading into the hall was always kept locked because my younger brother had his own bathroom across from his room, which was at the other end of the hall.The house was still quiet and dark when I woke up and walked naked into the bathroom to shower. The door on Julie’s side, that led into her dressing room, was wide open and the light from her dressing table shone brightly. I felt myself being drawn to that light, like a moth being drawn to an open flame. Julie was standing there naked, staring at her reflection in the mirror. I stood there in the open doorway, staring at her naked beauty.It didn’t take much to get me hard. Any erotic sight, sound, smell, taste, touch, Ankara bayan escort or thought had my cock hard and throbbing for attention in minutes. I was one very horny sixteen-year-old, and I was getting harder by the second as I watched my mother run her hands slowly up to cup and caressed her titties.“Do you think I’m pretty? Sexy? Billy?”I wrapped my arms around her, pressing my throbbing member between the cheeks of her ass.“Oh, God, yes! Mom….”“You had better call me Julie.”“I’m so fucking horny, Billy. I want you inside me. Now. Right now! I need you to cum inside me. I need you to fill my aching pussy with your jism.”Scooping Julie up in my arms, I carried her into her room and laid her down on her bed. Leaning over her, we kissed like lovers for the first time. Our tongues met Escort bayan Ankara like two fiery serpents in mortal combat. Her moans growing louder as I took her nipples between my fingers, squeezing them, pinching them, milking them until they grew hard and erect. Her hand slipping down between our bodies to grasp my cock, guiding it in her sopping wet hole. Time seemed to fade away as I pounded into her grasping pussy. Her body flying upwards to meet me thrust for thrust. My pubic bone grinding against hers each time we collided. As our orgasms overtook us, Julie wrapped her powerful legs around me, pulling me even further into her spasming hole, holding me tight inside her as my cock erupted repeatedly.As I collapsed on top of her, spent, she still held my cock deep inside her. We started Bayan escort Ankara kissing again, and I felt my cock growing hard inside her. Kissing my way down her body, I took her nipples in my mouth, first one, then the other, sucking on them long and hard. Grasping my head, she pushed my lips and tongue lower, causing me to pull my now rock-hard cock out of her sweet pussy. Twisting around on top of Julie, I slid my tongue deep inside her, tasting her sweet womanly nectar for the first time. I moaned against her little love button as her lips closed around my swollen knob, her tongue lapping up my seeping pre cum. Julie grasped my hips with her hands, pulling my cock deeper down her throat. She started deep throating me like she was Linda Lovelace. I’m hung like an Arabian stallion. No girl had ever taken all of my cock down her throat before. I was so aroused. I was going to cum again soon, soon. I started working her clit with my tongue. Swirling the tip of my tongue over it and around it. I wanted her to orgasm with me again. And we did!

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This story is a continuation of the bisexual aspect of my biography and it came as a great surprise to me!In the mid-nineties, my mother died leaving her husband of forty years a widower on the verge of retirement. As I was still single it gave dad and me the chance to spend some quality time together. My mother was a strong woman who tended to dominate the things she and my dad did. So it was good to get to know him for the person he was. I hadn’t long bought my first house in a town in the north of England so it was easy commuting between his and my house.One conversation came up about me getting married and settling down. Unsure of what l should say l asked him how broad-minded he was. He assured me that he was and l could tell him anything. At this point, I think he thought I was about to announce that I was gay. I swallowed hard and told him that while l loved women l also liked men and was not exclusive.Dad went very quiet and I thought I had said too much. Maybe he could accept me being one or the other but not both. When I asked him what he was thinking he quickly reassured me that he was okay with it but I had my doubts. He then started asking questions about how long l had been like this and I told him honestly that I had been questioning myself for most of my adult life.Being brought up a Catholic I was not to have any of those sorts of feelings so l suppressed them. I had long thought there might be a genetic aspect to it and dad was going to tell me about a member of the family that had caused a scandal. But again there was more silence which worried me a great deal and had me thinking l had ruined my relationship with him.After a few minutes of silence, l began to see if I could find a way out of this awkward moment when dad looked at me and announced that he too had had these feelings but that during Ankara escort his day it was illegal and impossible to meet like-minded people except by encounter.So there it was.My bisexuality came from my dad.He suppressed his feelings and went down the conventional route, marrying my mother and having four children. I, with the help of the new internet technology, was able to continue to experience both sides of my life. I have to say that this moment brought us closer together.We spent the rest of the afternoon talking about the bisexual side of our lives. He asked me about when l first discovered l liked sex with men and l briefly told him about the man in the cinema and Father Damien .l kept a lot of the details to myself, not wanting to shock the old man but he questioned me more closely about it and bit by bit he managed to drag everything out of me: my first wanking off by another man, my first blow job both giving and receiving, discovering the sensuality of it and the first time penetration was involved.I thought it only fair to ask the same questions and was shocked and excited to discover that he had a friend during his teenage years that became his wank buddy. He had sucked his cock but besides that and wanking, not much else. He did say that he was shown some black and white photographs of couples having sex in various positions. He confessed that while everyone else was leering and lusting after the tits and fanny of the girl he was silently admiring the cock images. This made me feel better about telling my dad the things I got up to and more relaxed about the sexually explicit language l was using.The conversation eventually came round to how to meet like-minded men. I told him about the wonderful world of computers and the internet. This was the done mostly by using Ankara escort bayan the telephone line. It meant unplugging the phone and connecting the line to the computer and hey presto you were connected to the world of whatever you wanted.I also reluctantly told him about Gaydar as l was on it and him knowing even more about me was a step too far but as l had a user name he wouldn’t recognise and no facial picture either. l thought l was safe. He did ask but l refused to tell him. He was clearly going to make up for lost time and I really couldn’t blame him.Over the next few weeks, dad bought a computer and l had the task of showing him how to use it and avoid the scams that were already starting to appear. Of course, we had to explore a few things on it mostly my dad’s favourite topic ‘men.’ Once again it was strange looking at erect cocks and pert little bottoms with your dad but he seemed relaxed about it so l thought I should be too though I did notice a bulge appearing in his trousers.Why not! There was one appearing in mine. We even discussed what he should put on his profile and we both decided that honesty was the best policy. Turns out dad was looking for someone very much like himself and life circumstances but fairly local as well. I did warn him to be patient but someone will come along. Over the next few weeks, dad became vaguer about what he was up to – that’s when l could get through to him and the phone wasn’t constantly engaged (as if l didn’t know what he doing ).Out of the blue, he called me and invited himself to dinner the following Saturday evening and asked if he could bring a friend with him and stay over after having a few drinks. Was he going to be licking or sucking? I know what I had my money on after our recent conversations. Obviously I agreed Escort Ankara but also wondered how this was going to go.Saturday evening arrived, food was prepared and in the oven when the knock on the door arrived and in walked my dad and another man who was introduced to me as Ray. Both were carrying a bottle of wine and a wide smile. Ray, as it turns out was very easy to talk to and I quickly understood why my dad liked him. Wine opened and poured, and we chatted about this and that. It turns out Ray’s circumstances were similar to dad’s and he too had repressed his bisexual feelings. Ray was divorced but there was no way he could tell any of his family what he was really about. So having a mate like my dad as a friend made everything acceptable.Ray had obvious questions for us both about how we felt about both being bisexual and how it all came about. Dad looked at me and smiled. l told him I was relieved that my secret life wasn’t hidden anymore and hoped dad would enjoy and find himself in his retirement. We all drank to that and got down to the food.There were more questions about some of the people I had met and I was relaxed enough to tell them about Father Damian and cross-dressing Craig (see my other stories). The more alcohol that was consumed, the more I found I was able to talk about some of the things I had done with other men freely. Dad took it all in his stride. He said that he and Ray had already enjoyed each others company without the need for clothes. This conversation was surreal but the wine had reduced our inhibitions and it began to seem an everyday way of talking.Ray and my dad were sitting opposite me together on the settee and as we talked l could see Ray gently stroke dads leg and it was clear he was aroused by the explicit nature of the conversation. He looked at dad and asked him if he looked like me twenty-five years ago. Dad said he thought I did. Then he asked if I looked the same without clothes. Dad said that he would have to ask me which he did. Now l had been curious about what Ray might look like without his clothes too and as this was turning into something quite erotic.

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“Wow, you really hit her?” Taylor asked me, smiling in shock.I nodded and looked down in slight embarrassment. Our legs dangled over the ledge as we talked, sitting side by side. “Yeah. She seemed to like- wait, I shouldn’t be telling you this.”Taylor rolled her eyes. “Quinn,” she began. “Trust me, she’s told me a lot more.”“Well, she liked it… rough…” I began hesitantly, rewarded with a nod. “And, I… don’t know… some part of it felt good to keep going. I just wanted to… I mean, yeah. I just wanted to.”“Huh. Wow.” Taylor’s gaze was straight forward, not on me.“What?”“It’s nothing, it’s just…” Taylor trailed off, her voice getting softer. “I got exactly what I wanted.”“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice gaining defensiveness. “What did you ‘want?’”“Remember what I whispered to you, right before?” she quizzed me.“I didn’t think of you until after we were fully clothed afterwards,” I asserted, telling her the truth.Taylor just shook her head. “Quinn, you don’t get it. You weren’t hitting her.”I stayed silent. “You were hitting me.”I awoke, breathing heavily, and immediately curled into a ball. For Kevin’s sake, I tried to keep any noises I could have made to a minimum, but I could feel myself shaking. I never shook before, even at my most upset. She had to go and put the thought in my head. And I had to go and do that. Taylor really won here, didn’t she? At least Morgan cared. Fuck, Morgan never didn’t care. Why couldn’t our first time be normal? Why did I have to go and… and… be my own Taylor like that?***“I’m really sorry our first time was like that.”It wasn’t the most romantic thing to blurt out while we were spooning, but it had been on my mind all day and we had just found our first comfortable pool of silence to lie in. Morgan adjusted her head, but since she was being the little spoon, she couldn’t look me in the eyes. “Like what?”“Do… do I really need to spell it out?” I asked gently.She sighed. “Quinn, all guys don’t last long their first time. Don’t worry too much about it. We’ll practice and we’ll get better at it.” She stroked my clothed thigh up and down as she said her last sentence, trying to reassure me.“Oh wow, I do need to spell it out,” I replied shakily.“Oh shit,” Morgan replied immediately, realizing she assumed wrongly. “I’m sorry.”“No, it’s fine. I meant the… hitting thing.”She didn’t say anything for a while, then shifted so she was looking at me. I could see the seriousness on her face. “What’s wrong?”I sighed and looked away. “I think that-”“Look at me while you talk,” she asserted.“No,” I immediately replied. “This is difficult. I can’t handle both looking at you and saying it.”“Okay,” she agreed. “Go ahead. I won’t interrupt.”“I think that… I feel as though… the weirdness between us reached… a kind of apex during our first time. And I don’t mean, like, between you and I. I mean the whole group. How we got together, the friends, Taylor, everything. And-”“Okay, can I interrupt just once?” she asked.“Well, you did,” I replied grumpily, wanting to carry on with my point.“Just, real quick. What’s an apex?”“Oh, it’s like the big point, the climax of a story, the peak.”“Okay, that’s all I needed to know, go ahead,” she replied quickly.“So, anyways… um… right, so it reached an apex, and I kind of regret the choices I made in hindsight. I, uh…” I shut my eyes. “I had a dream last night where Taylor and I were talking. I don’t know if this is good that I’m even telling you this, but in the dream Taylor let me know that when I was hitting you… I was actually hitting her.”I paused for a long time. Enough time that Morgan felt the need to finally say something. “Well… you weren’t having sex with her. You were having sex with me.”“No, you don’t get it,” I responded. “Like, I was hitting her. I was angry at her or something. Like I’m still angry for… feeling used. Even though I wanted it back then, just knowing how good we have it now, I think I felt angry at her, and I took it out on you, and you don’t deserve that, and I’m really sorry Morgan…” I couldn’t help it. I was crying again. My face hit the bedsheet and Morgan’s hand went to the back of my head, supporting me.“Can you still hear me if I talk?” she asked in an emotionless voice.I nodded into the blanket, still sobbing.“Okay. This is a lot to process, but first, I think you’re overthinking it a little. We were in bed, I was responding to you being a little rough with me, you wanted to keep making it bigger. I think that’s normal for – please don’t take offense to this – a novice at sex. I get it if you feel weird about that being our first time. I definitely feel weird about it too. I didn’t dream about Arin telling me some ultimatum or something.”“Who’s Arin?” I asked into the blanket.“A fucking asshole,” she answered plainly, with no emotion. “An ex. Well, an ‘ex.’ I don’t wanna talk about him. Forget I said his name. I did think our first time was odd, but I also didn’t think it was, like, dangerously odd.”“I hit you!” I protested, lifting my head up to look her in the eyes.She raised an eyebrow. “I know. I felt it, you know. And you know what I felt? Care. Quinn, you didn’t slap me hard, you kept asking about what felt the best, and you’d occasionally stop to cry and call me beautiful.”I felt my cheeks go red. “Uhm…”“You’re adorable, Quinn. And I like you that way. I don’t know how toxic you felt you were, but you weren’t. Maybe this is my fault, since I have more experience. I should have insisted our first time be more vanilla, but you were enjoying yourself, and I-” She mumbled something I couldn’t hear.“What was that?” I asked.She rolled her eyes. “I like when you dominate me,” she replied with a huff. “I like being dominated, and I especially like having a guy who’s emotional but also, like, rational in the real world, Ankara escort then he feels comfortable being a different guy and dominating me in the sex world.”My tears had stopped by this point. “We probably should have had this discussion before our first time,” I admitted out loud.“I actually don’t agree,” she replied. “Quinn, we can’t have a debrief before every big event we share together. You will need to learn that as we do more as a couple. It’s okay to be spontaneous, and you know what else? It’s okay to regret. Maybe you don’t like slapping me, because it reminds you of Taylor or something. Though, I’m, uh, not going to say that isn’t weird. I didn’t like hearing that you made it about her afterwards.”“It’s not that it reminds me of – I…” I paused. “Forget I ever said that part.”“I don’t think I can. It’s probably going to be on my mind a bit more,” she replied.“So is Arin, but you asked me to forget him, so I’m at least going to pretend like I forgot,” I replied boldly.She smirked slightly. “Alright, you got me there,” she admitted. “Anyway, you can slap me if you want. I enjoyed it.” She blushed. “You actually have really good technique for a first-timer. But if you never slap me again, I’ll understand.”“I think I just wish I could have my first time with you all over again,” I admitted.She cupped my face in her hands. “You can’t,” she softly told me. “It happened already. You experienced it, you hopefully enjoyed it, and you learned about yourself from it. You can live with that, right?”I smiled, though sadly. She saw the look in my eyes and let go of my face, turning away. “Look, I’m really trying here. I tell you it’s okay to do it and it’s okay not to do it. I don’t get what else you want from me. I don’t have a time machine.”“I don’t know what I want,” I admitted.“I don’t think that’s true either.”“Well, since you know me better than I know myself, why don’t you tell me what I want? I blurted out. She turned back, hurt in her eyes, and I immediately caved. “Sorry,” I mumbled. “I don’t like being told my feelings. I don’t like being… spoken for.”Neither of us spoke for a bit. “I can tell you a theory I have for what you want, and you can tell me if I’m right or wrong,” she added quietly. “If that’s okay with you.”“Yes, that’s okay. I’m sorry for raising my voice,” I replied, just as quietly.“You want us to pretend to have our first time all over again and make it more normal and less violent. Am I close?”I paused to consider my own feelings and slowly gave a big dumb sheepish smile. “You’re, uh, dead on,” I admitted.She didn’t smile though. “I don’t want to do that,” she told me flatly. “I’m okay if our second time is more vanilla or whatever the term is, but I don’t want us to pretend our first time didn’t happen. It’s childi- no, sorry, not that, but it’s unrealistic. Let’s just accept that we did stuff, even if that stuff made you realize you want to do other stuff. Painting over stuff like that is exactly what leads to the exact kind of drama you keep complaining that our group does.”She let her words breathe for a bit, though when she saw I didn’t reply, she continued with, “and rightfully so. I don’t mean to say, like, ‘stop complaining about our drama,’ I’m just saying-”“No no, I get you,” I said in a calm voice. “It’s a fair point. I, uh…” I stared at her for a bit, and she stared back intently. “Fuck words,” I concluded, moving in for a soft kiss. With her first smile in too long painting her face, she accepted it, kissing me back. After a few kisses, I pulled my face back and smiled at her. “I really care about you, Morgan,” I told her meaningfully.She gave me a playfully confused smile. “I know you do, Quinn,” she told me with a laugh, as if it was obvious. “I care about you too.”“I just… I dunno, I just feel really strong right now,” I admitted, blushing a bit. “You feel strong?”I giggled in nervousness. “Like, for you.” She smiled back. “You really want that second time, don’t you?” she asked, the grin still on her face.My blush only got redder. “I mean… it’s been on my mind…” I admitted.“Remember when we were first starting to talk to each other, and I said I’d like that, but I’d like you to…?” She trailed off.Initiate. I did remember that. “Crazy how that was only a few months or so ago,” I admitted softly.“If that,” she agreed. My blush was definitely not gone. I smiled despite myself. “Hey, uh, kiss me,” I replied with faux confidence.She giggled and leaned in, with the both of us kissing passionately from the get-go. It wasn’t even anything we said, but just what we felt. Both of us felt so comfortable with each other. It felt so right. In no time at all, we were both lying down, with me on top of her, making out with deep need and desire. If we weren’t making out, I was kissing and sucking on her neck, no doubt leaving marks, and grinding up against her, while Morgan panted, occasionally whimpered, and lightly ground back.As my passion grew, the little voice in my head that told me to do more grew as well. I became bolder and bolder, eventually biting down on Morgan’s neck between kisses and licks, until eventually I heard, “Ah! Easy,” from her.Even though I kept kissing her neck, I realized I was quickly falling into the same trap. I wanted to do more, and grew too desperate to do something physical. I smiled. That’s why I slapped her. It was this primal need to do more and be more physical. It had nothing to do with Taylor. I slapped her because it felt physical and primal, and I did it on autopilot. I just liked Morgan so much it made me go into overdrive. I had my answer, and it was a good one.I came back up from Morgan’s neck and smiled at her, clearly more enthusiastically than she expected, because she chuckled and raised her Ankara escort bayan eyebrows.“What’s up?” she inquired.“I’m just so happy I’m with you,” I told her, not wanting to bring this, or especially Taylor, up during our foreplay. I felt tears come to my eyes again. “You’re just really beautiful, and I’m really happy.”A tear fell to her shirt. Her eyes followed it and looked at the stain, and both of us looked at each other and started laughing. “Could you get off of me a sec? If you’re going to get this all wet, I’m going to take this off,” she said, ending her sentence with a little teasing lilt to her voice.“Well, if that’s your reasoning, then you should probably take off your pants too,” I quipped at her. “Ha, nice,” she replied, giving me a sly sideways smirk. “Well, since you seem to want me to…” She started taking her pants off, then hesitated. “But then again, why am I the only one taking stuff off?”I grabbed the hem of my shirt and began taking it off. “Oh, you want me to match you?” I teased. I raised my shirt just a little, feeling a little silly, but nevertheless, showing off my abdomen to her.Even while taking off her pants, she looked intently at me. “Mhm,” she hummed teasingly. “I do.”Slowly lifting my shirt, I decided to tease her back. “I’ll get the shirt, but why don’t you help me with the pants?” I asked with fake innocence.Morgan smiled and shook her head in an ‘Oh, Quinn’ way at me. With her pants now off, she walked slowly up to me, the both of us shirtless, and slowly sank to her knees. She reached out in front of her, and trailed her eyes up from my fly up to my face. I looked back at her and felt her hands at the front of my pants, leisurely groping me without making any attempt to touch my fly itself. In response, I gripped her head with both hands and, improvising, scratched behind her ears. At first she gave a confused chortle but quickly changed her tune.“Woah,” she purred. “That actually feels super nice. I lightly scratched and petted behind her ears for a bit longer and she closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation, as her hands happily massaged my growing cock. Before long, I was at full mast, with Morgan eagerly aware of this fact. She opened her eyes and popped open my fly, smiling and moving my pants and underwear down to my ankles with zero subtlety. “Get them off,” she told me with a wink, getting up and going back to the bed.“No look who’s ordering who!” I noted. “Your bra and panties are still on too.”“And whatever will you do about that, Quinn?” Morgan asked me, getting on all fours on the bed, facing away from me. Teasing me, she wiggled her butt at me as I kicked my pants to the side. Deciding that her subtlety and attention to pacing should be rewarded and matched, I practically leapt forward, yanking her underwear down like a prankster, only pranksters didn’t stop to appreciate the person’s pussy after doing so. I’m sure Morgan expected me to fuck her immediately when she got on the bed, but clearly, from her moaning as soon as my tongue made first contact, she was not complaining. Something about eating her out from behind was so hot, and I couldn’t resist the temptation to start jacking myself off when I got really into it and was practically burying my face between her cheeks, savoring every lick almost as much as she was.“Hey!” I heard her practically moan. “I see you. Hands off, that’ll be my job,” she joked. I would have smiled if my mouth wasn’t already busy. Morgan was the type of girl gifted with the perfect pussy – picturesque, inviting, and visibly excited. She even tasted better than Taylor, my only other frame of reference. I figured pussy was pussy, but nope, eating Morgan’s even just felt better on its own, though that paled in comparison to the person it was a part of. I would have eaten Morgan any time she wanted no matter what she tasted like, and it helped that her taste didn’t put me off at all. In fact, I bet I learned to love the taste, but that was because the taste was reminding me of Morgan.My love, Morgan.I retracted my face, not being able to wait any longer, and readjusted myself. “From behind?” I asked huskily, starting to rub my dick against her labia. She paused. “Actually…” she trailed off, flipping herself over. She moved so her back was on the bed, and smiled at me. “It would be nice to see your eyes, if that’s alright,” she cooed quietly. She looked so excited and happy there. I thought about the Morgan I met, the serious joyless girl who never smiled. Now, she smiled all the time. For me.God, I felt so strongly for her. Smiling back, I aligned myself with her help and slowly slid in, feeling her walls close around me. It felt right, it felt like I was truly whole. Truly a person. She completed me. I breathed with difficulty, thrusting my hips back and forth slowly a few times to accommodate us. “You… are so amazing…” I managed, my eyes closed, now very aware of what Morgan talked about. I was crying and felt the urge to babble. “Could you open your eyes and look at me?” she asked, her own breathing labored. “I like seeing this…” I opened my eyes, definitely feeling a tad embarrassed, but less so when I saw her eyes.I didn’t know if it was sympathy or something affecting us both, but her eyes were misty too. Upon seeing I’d noticed, her smile got bigger. “Yeah,” she confirmed, both of us chuckling to one another, even with me still thrusting in and out of her. I saw her shed a tear and it streamed down her face at the same time my second tear hit the skin of her neck. It felt comforting to see.“You’re such a crybaby,” I joked, and the two of us laughed again. “But yeah, are you okay?”“As okay as you are,” she murmured back with a smile. I leaned down and kissed her, gathering speed Escort Ankara in my thrusts. Before long we were moaning together and both working our hips in a perfect harmony, my hands too occupied holding my body up to even think about thrusting. I thought that I would get self-conscious from looking her in the eyes, but something made it really… okay. Nice, even. We never looked away except for brief periods where we’d readjust or she would close her eyes and throw her head back for a bit or something. Apart from that, we just enjoyed each other’s company, and enjoyed the sounds, smells, and looks of each other. She was magical. I didn’t feel weird for crying anymore. Now it just felt sweet. Right. And even though we didn’t get super heated and physical like last time, it felt just as passionate. We still worked up a good rhythm and I was probably giving it to her as fast and deep as last time, but it felt more tender, more coupley. Interestingly, it made the other sex also feel more valid in retrospect.I could see myself enjoying getting physical with her knowing she enjoyed it, like we were roleplaying as more extreme people or something. But I also really loved this. And I didn’t have to choose a preference. We were living in a world where we could choose how we felt and I could slap her, or I could tenderly give it to her and kiss her or something. I was in heaven, and based on the sounds she was making, so was she.Too quickly, I could feel my balls tightening and my dick get more sensitive in that way I recognized. I started panting harder and did my best to warn Morgan, then opened my eyes and realized that I totally did not put on a condom. With zeptoseconds to spare, I pulled my dick out of her and immediately began shooting my load right above her pussy, with her still reacting from the sharp and jarring force of me exiting her to notice immediately.A flash of pain then anger ripped through her eyes, until she adjusted and looked at the pool of cum on her. “Oh fuck!” she gasped in realization. “We were – you were -”“I am so sorry, I totally forgo-”“No no, I’m sorry, I forgot to-”We spoke over each other for a bit, panting, then let out a soft chuckle together. “We both forgot,” Morgan asserted. “Yeah,” I replied.“Good thinking pulling out when you did, I guess,” she replied. “Most guys would not have realized that. And I bet most of the guys who would have realized that would have wanted to cum inside anyway.”“What?!” I replied in genuine disbelief. “B-but you’ve outlined that you don’t want me to cum inside you! That’s like a hard line for you. I felt bad for forgetting the condom in the first place! Who could be so selfish and just say fuck your feelings like that?”Morgan grinned tiredly at me. “Hey look, it’s why I’m dating you,” she replied smugly, closing her legs and rummaging her middle finger in the pool of cum I shot on her. Winking at me, she brought her finger to her lips and slowly licked it off.I nearly moaned. “Wow, fuck,” I mumbled.“I can’t believe it,” she mused, looking at her finger. “You were inside me. Nothing between us. God, that’s sexy.” She realized the words she was saying and sat up, at least as much as she could without letting the cum pool run down her stomach and make a mess on the bed. “But, like, we need to be more careful. No offense, hope you enjoyed that, we shouldn’t do that again for a while.”“Oh yeah, of course,” I readily agreed. “But, uh… wow. You… feel good.”“You feel good too,” she quickly replied. “Fuck, now I know how good it feels. This almost sucks.” “Hey, it’s about to run down your stomach,” I pointed out, gesturing to my deposit on her skin. “Do you want a towel or something?”“Uh, yeah, sure, thanks,” she replied. Quickly, I got up and got one for her, and watched her wipe it off while standing over the bed, looking at her.“You are so sexy,” I murmured. “And so beautiful.” I turned away. “Fuck.”She chuckled. “Careful, big guy, you’re starting to sound obsessed,” she teased. “You need to control yourself when I come over for dinner, you know.”The dinner. Fuck. I forgot about that. Mother demanded Morgan needed to come by for dinner soon and that she was tired of only hearing of her and never meeting her, and Morgan being Morgan, she readily agreed with my mother the first time I brought it up. I wasn’t sure if I was more terrified of Mother disliking Morgan, or of them perfectly getting along. And every day, that moment of Morgan meeting Mother was getting closer and closer. I groaned, raking my fingers over my face, looking away from her.She heard me and chuckled. “Hey, I’m looking forward to it. You met my parents like a dozen times. We nearly got caught by them onc-”“I remember, thanks,” I cut in, feeling myself blush.“Hey, if they’re home now, we’re probably going to get the talk tonight,” she pointed out. “I told you doing anything at my place is a risk. Frankly I wish we could have done it today. It’s high time we started hanging out at your place more.”Given her disdain for Kevin, I was amazed she was looking forward to coming to my house even once, let alone more often in general. Though, of course, it wasn’t Kevin I was worried about.***The entire time we drove to my place from Morgan’s was valuable. I couldn’t waste a single second. Anything I didn’t tell her could have been ammunition my family could use against us.“…And unless you have a really good reason, like an allergy, don’t refuse anything they serve you,” I continued. “The rudest thing you can do in Chinese culture is deny food that has been cooked for you. Like, you could spit in someone’s face and it would be less rude.”“Alright, alright,” Morgan soothed me. “But I serve myself anyway, right?”“Everything but the tea,” I confirmed, nodding.“Is there going to be a test on Monday?” Morgan joked. I could hear Doug laugh from the front seat.“Trust me, it’s important to know this sort of stuff up front,” I insisted. “Okay, so, you know the stereotype about the Chinese mother? You know, like, the overbearing, really-cares-about-the-rules, strict Chinese Mother?”

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It was an end-of-year party. A party hall with several families gathered.We danced.My eyes glued to hers, I was in love with that mature woman, confident, laughing, and as always very well dressed. A charm. I didn’t even realize how I was eating her with my eyes.It was when she averted my face with her palm and only then did I understand how my desire was more than visible in the eyes of the one I wanted the most.I tried not to stare, I looked down following the movement of our bodies. I felt my face heat up. Apparently, no one else in the hall realized what had happened.Maggie pulled me close to her body and whispered in my ear.”It’s not like that. It’s age, it will pass. You will soon find the right girl. The one you will be able to reveal yourself, even more so now that you gone to college.”The slow dance, our bodies joined, her hand on my shoulder, the other caressing the back of my neck, the honey-colored eyes hypnotized me. I pressed her red-nailed fingers against my chest. And I don’t even know how it came out of my mouth, a confession so strong, so pure, Ankara escort almost a sin – an unspeakable guilt.”What if I don’t want another one?”I felt her body shudder, she pulled away a little. Until she can look at me from the side as one who evaluates rather than is scared.”You know I can’t, especially with me. Your uncle can’t even dream, imagine your parents. Can you imagine what would become of us?””I can’t, I can’t. Every night I dream of you, of your body.””My body? Why my body? There’s a new girl wanting to date you.””I keep remembering last summer, your green bikini.””The green! Why the green?””It was what I liked best. Which made you even more beautiful.”She laughed a proud laugh, her face turned slightly red and she pressed herself against my body in a hug accompanying the music.”Rascal. George didn’t like it. He told me never to use it again. You liked my boobs, did you? My… Nipples, eh?””Beautiful, when you leave the sea. Emerging like a mermaid.””You too boy… No wonder your uncle got mad at me. I didn’t even Ankara escort bayan know the sea made me like this…””Maybe the cold water. The sea was freezing that day.”I put my hands on your waist. We stared at each other, her gaze shining and my chest thumping like a drum. Our mouths were so close, I could feel his breath.”Maybe. But also… I always get this way when I know people are eating me with their eyes. My nipples harden, it excites, I don’t know why.””Was anyone else looking at you?””You weren’t the only Eric. That’s why your uncle didn’t like it.””Excuse. I didn’t know he had seen it.””That’s it dear. It’s the most normal thing in the world, especially at your age. It wasn’t your fault, your uncle didn’t like some guys staring at me in the tent next door.””I saw the guys. I didn’t like it either.””No! True? Jealousy, too? I like.”Our eyes even closer together, the smiles of two lovers. Her rosy cheeks made aunt Maggie even more beautiful. I started to feel her tits scratching my blouse.”Tell your aunt, don’t Escort Ankara hide anything. What did you do that day?”Maggie scratched the back of my head and I laid my face on her shoulder. I spoke softly in her ear, not knowing if that was what my aunt wanted to hear.”I dreamed about you all day.””Did you dream, didn’t do anything else?””I touched myself thinking about you.””Was!! Caressed yourself thinking of me, of my hard tits.””Beautiful, fleshy.”We had a short laugh. I pressed my belly even closer against his body. Maggie felt the force of my desire rubbing against her clothes. We move our waists in a sensual dance.”Be careful for nobody sees it.”She spoke in secret. And we were even closer, we were dancing towards some pillars to the back of the hall, darker, much emptier.”Tell me, your aunt likes it. She likes to know.””Know what? I already told.””The details, I like the details of a good… You know.”She laughed, a bright, increasingly naughty laugh. More curious.”I went home and took a shower. It almost went there, but I wanted to honor you, dream about you in a more intense way. It was in the bedroom…””Did in the bedroom, naked on the bed?””Yes, it was in bed that I touched myself, I masturbated thinking about my aunt.””Call me you, it’s better. Did you think about the beach? Did you take off my bikini, all?””Completely. I left you naked.”

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It took me a week to edit the footage into a twenty-minute film I was happy with. The so-called easy-to-use software was not. On first viewing, the raw footage was a turn on, but repeated editing dulled the senses until I was just watching two people I knew fucking. I bet the only people who don’t watch porn for entertainment are the people who make it for a living. I invited Annabelle to my place for a meal and to debut our performance. She turned up in a simple white tee shirt and jeans and a cardigan. Her face wore just a smidge of lipstick. I pulled her in the door and kissed her passionately.“Wow, I expected that when I’m done up like the whore of Babylon, but not when I’m got up to take the dog for a walk. Not that I’m complaining, Max.”“I’ve seen every angle of the whore of Babylon this week, but what I’ve missed is the genuine woman. This is the real Annabelle, isn’t it?” I held her at arm’s length, looking at her face. She searched mine. She could see I loved her, and her reaction was a mix of joy and fear. I hugged her.Annabelle held me at arm’s length. “God, what am I doing? I thought we would just be a bit of fun. But it’s more important than that, isn’t it?” She looked worried.“It is for me, Annabelle, but then I’ve got nothing to lose, have I? I don’t expect the same from you. Let’s just see how the cards fall for the moment, shall we?”She looked up. “How can I argue with you when you are being so reasonable? Clive and I are more than just a marriage, we are the business. We are so entangled.”I cooked while she gave me a quick history lesson. Clive and her first husband Richard were pals from university. They got bored working for big accountancy firms and struck out for themselves, a partnership offering personal investment advice to rich people. All the big banks now offered the wealth management and private client banking Saunders-Hart Investment Management pioneered. She met Richard when he was pitching services to her father. Richard was dynamic, charming and very persuasive, and they married within a year. Clive was more calculating and strategic, making sure they delivered on what Richard promised. They were an excellent team; business prospered for six years, by which time Clive had married Sarah. But the creative tension that drove the business forward became a strain, and Richard confessed to Annabelle he wanted to end their partnership.  They had many rows and after a particularly bad one, Richard stormed out of the office and drove off. He had a fatal accident, veering off the road and hitting a tree. He had been drunk driving. I paused mid taste and looked at her.“It could have been a man like Richard who knocked you down Max. Just a regular man who lost his head and made a stupid mistake. That is why I felt I had to help you.”I’d never considered my assailant could have other victims, too. Members of his family who had to live with the consequences of his actions. I went over to the couch and held Annabelle. I kissed her.“Thank you, Max.” She licked her lips. “That sauce needs salt.”Richard’s death threw the business into a crisis. They’d expanded, but Richard was the figurehead of the firm. Clive was heartbroken, begging Annabelle to help him reassure clients, worried about their money. About a year later, Clive persuaded Annabelle to take a job with the firm as Head of Investor Relations. Not long after, Clive and Sarah divorced. Things had not been right between them for a long time. When Clive proposed to Annabelle eighteen months later, she accepted without too much thought. ‘I knew him so well, Max. I saw him every day. I didn’t feel passionate about him, but losing Richard scared me so much. Clive made me feel safe.’“Dinner is ready, Annabelle. I understand why you married him. Sounds like you didn’t get a chance to look elsewhere. Safe is good sometimes. But you don’t feel so safe now, do Ankara bayan escort you? What you’ve discovered about his interests makes you question how well you know him?” I didn’t mean to hurt her, but it stung all the same. I put the plates down.“I will complain to the management if there is too much salt in this.” Annabelle sniffed a tear.“I’ll get our head of customer services to see you after the meal. There’s ice cream for dessert.  It’s vanilla, you like vanilla.”“I’ll be the judge of that thank you, sir.” She would not forgive me in a hurry.“Plus, we have a film premier. A coming attraction, and I promise you will.” She rolled her eyes at my smutty talk.It was a first for me. Siting on the couch eating ice cream with a lover and watching yourselves fucking on the big screen, but I would recommend it if you get the chance. Annabelle pretended to take it all in her stride, but her face was flushed and she fidgeted. “I see the boys like it?” I said. She looked puzzled, I nodded down at her nipples straining her tee shirt. She covered them, but it did not take long before she was absent-mindedly caressing them. I shuffled over on the couch and kissed her neck. “Are you going to take those jeans off now? You don’t want them to get as wet as your knickers, do you?” She was transfixed to the screen as I stripped her. We lay like spoons and I was fucking her from behind before she noticed.“You’ve done a splendid job, Max. So much better than those films Clive has on his computer. All those different angles, you dirty sod. I like the shots from the chest camera, it’s like the viewer is between my legs.” She made other comments as she played with her clit and I thrust from behind. “Do you think I’ve overdone it, speaking into the camera? Look how big you cock is in my arse. No wonder it stung afterwards.” She bucked back. We finished doggie style on the floor as I slammed into her hips and gave her a big load. My week of editing had been foreplay. ‘Max, there’s so much cum. I’m full of it and it’s running down my legs.’We went to my bed and made love once more before she had to leave. She was adamant about keeping her words to camera in, but agreed that it would be better to blur my face so as not to over provoke Clive. I’d already made a version with my head pixilated, so it was just a case of loading it onto the USB drive. She planned to load it onto Clive’s PC and wait for his reaction. I was not so sure it was a good idea to surprise him like that.“Clive is so calculating, so measured. I want to break through that reserve and see what he feels. Because if he doesn’t feel, then what have we got left? I got angry because you were right, Max. I never had time to choose after Richard died. Clive took charge, and I did what was best for him and for the business. Now it’s my turn to do what is good for me.” She kissed me and for the first time I thought my feelings had been reciprocated. “Give me a few days, Max. I’ll contact you when things are clearer.”*** It was almost a week before Annabelle called me. My worried texts and a final threat to come to her house forced her response. “I’m okay now, Max. Clive was angry, but he was also turned on by getting what he thought he wanted. He was more demonstrative than I have ever seen him. I thought that was what I wanted from him, but it’s not enough. It is not like it is with you. I thought the sex on the side was supposed to be the cheap thrill, but what we have, what you feel for me, is more honest than Clive has ever been?”“What does this mean, Annabelle?”“I told him I would not give you up Max, and that if he wanted me to continue being a part of the company, he would have to accept that. I’d put my life on hold when he asked me and now it was his turn to repay the favour. He does not like being out of options, but he agreed for the sake Escort bayan Ankara of his precious company.”“Come and see me now, Annabelle, or I’ll come there.”We met in a West End coffee shop. The bruise around her eye was not quite hidden by concealer. I clenched my fist on the table. “He just lashed out in anger. He was full of apologies afterwards.” My look said I didn’t believe her. “You were right. My bits talking into the camera set him off. He didn’t even rant about who you were. What annoyed him was that I’d taken control, done it on my terms. He’s not the wimpy cuckold. He’s like the other type you described. He needs to be in control of his wife’s lover, even though the other man is taking what is his. Its contradictory, but it is Clive to a tee. He came in as I was leaving earlier, I told him I was going to see you.”“Give me your phone, Annabelle. I will not make a scene.” She handed it over and I found his number and dialled. “You know who this is, Clive. You recognise the voice. Annabelle is staying with me tonight. I can understand you were angry. I said it might provoke you. But if you ever hit her again, you will have me to answer to, and there will be no excuses. Do we understand each other?”His voice was much deeper than I’d imagined, and he was not in the least intimidated. Annabelle was right, he was no wimp. “I know who you are. I regret what I did and it will not happen again. It is good that my wife had found someone worthy of her affection, but Annabelle is still my wife. I think we should meet when tempers have calmed. I’ll give Annabelle the details.” Then the fucker rung off on me. “I see what you mean about having to be in control. He wants us to meet a time of his convenience. If we were married and you were carrying on with him on the sly, I’d be going round to his house right now to sort him out.”“That’s because I’m more important to you than anything else, Max. It’s not the same for Clive.” Annabelle looked dejected. If she ever doubted her marriage was over in that moment, she was certain of it. We finished our coffees and left.She took the top of my pyjamas, which were comically large on her, but neither of us were laughing. I held her while she wept. There was no point in words, she just needed the reassurance of my arm around her body. I fell asleep, but I woke by her mouth on mine. Her eyes were sad, but she gave me a slight smile. “I want you to make love to me now, Max. You make me feel good and I need that. I’ve made a start for you.” She squeezed my erection in her fist. “I’ve made a bit of a start on me too.” I felt between her legs, and her pussy was puffy and open. Her clit a hard little button that made her squirm as my finger circled it.I slid on top. There was no finesse. She wanted to come as soon as possible and so did I. I kissed her bruised cheek and the mark on her neck I had not noticed before and her painful arm. His loss of control had been more than either of them admitted. I looked in her eyes. “I love you, Annabelle. If that makes you feel awkward, I don’t care.  I have to hear myself say it.”“I would have felt awkward last week, but now I feel wonderful. I love you too, Max. I had to see how little is left between me and Clive to recognise how much this means to me. That is why I refused to give you up despite his fists and the vile things he said.” ***Clive chose the Saunders-Hart annual charity auction as the place we should meet. He could show off his power and status. He and Annabelle were the hosts auctioning off unwanted donations from their rich clients. The charities benefited, clients got to show off their generosity, and I’m sure Clive had a dodge that made the whole exercise tax deductible. Clive was in his pomp. He was the centre of attention whipping up the bidding while Annabelle, looking lovely in an emerald Bayan escort Ankara green shoulder-less evening dress acted as hostess, displaying the items. I looked at the faces of the crowd. You could see desire in the faces of the men who spent as much time ogling Annabelle as what she was presenting. The wives subconsciously touched their necks and arms, wondering how she kept her skin so supple. I noticed Clive’s expression, pleased at the attention Annabelle was getting because it reflected well on his choice of partner. I looked smug myself, pleased I was the one fucking Annabelle, and they weren’t.Clive was a conundrum. I put him at my height, six-two. He was in decent shape, but I was more thick set. I would back myself if it came to trading blows. But then I would say that, wouldn’t I? His performance on the rostrum was polished and professional rather than personable. I could imagine the contrast between Clive and her first husband, Richard. From how she described him, I could see than they would have made a formidable team.I’m glad I’d put on my dinner jacket for the hotel do, because everyone in the hundred strong gathering was in their finery. I hadn’t worn a DJ since the fine dining club events I used to attend with my wife Angela a lifetime ago. After several unsuccessful bids, I won a signed football shirt, which I’d raffle at work. As I held up my bidding number to confirm I was the winner, I caught Annabelle’s eye for the first time that evening. She smiled, and Clive followed her stare. Soon we’d locked eyes across the room and his professional smile slipped for a moment before he recovered. Guests mingled after the auction, gossiping about how their money was doing. Annabelle came through a crowd, exchanging hellos along the way. It took all my effort not to grab her and kiss her as she stood in front of me.She smiled at my torment. “So glad you could make it Max,” she said for the benefit of any bystanders.“I’m always happy to give to charity Annabelle. As a matter of fact, I would like to give some more now if you know of a suitable opportunity.”She flushed and leaned closer. “Stop it, Max. Seeing you got up like James Bond, I’m already wet.” We talked for a few minutes, but the words were not what we wanted to say. My eyes searched hers. “No Max, I can’t, not here tonight.” She bit her lip pensively, and I thought I might persuade her if I persisted, but I did not get the opportunity.Clive appeared from nowhere. “Max, isn’t it? So glad we’ve met at last. I hope Annabelle has kept you entertained?” He was pumping my hand but not crushing it when he felt me return his firm grip. “Darling, can you give us a few moments to chat?” Annabelle looked nervously between our faces.“It’s okay Annabelle, were all friends here. I’ll see you in a while,” I reassured. Her warm smile for me was lost by the time she looked at her husband. Her look told him to behave. We strolled a few feet away from the crowd and his smile dropped. “I’m very impressed, Clive. All this, the money, the influence, I get the point you are trying to make. But she’s not happy with you and your interests. Annabelle may be your wife, but she is not your property. You need to give that some thought before you threaten me.” I’d taken the initiative, and he was wrong-footed for a moment.“I had visions of a bloke who worked on a building site,” he said.“I still do sometimes. But you know what, some of us have brains.”“Well, use those brains to think about this. Ask her about St Kits and Caracas and Bahrain. Ask her about those holidays and then see if you’re still wearing those rose-tinted blinkers. I think I can find you a copy of those films if you’re interested. You’re not the first Max, and you won’t be the last. She led you to believe my interests are a complete surprise to her and you want to believe that, don’t you? Well, good luck deluding yourself.”He scored a hit, but I had a counterpunch of my own. “I got you wrong too, Clive. I thought from those films you were cuckolded, getting off on the humiliation. The man who is so outwardly successful is inwardly weak. But you are not like that at all. Are you?”He had to ask. “What am I about then, Max?”

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